That is a great poem, I agree. (And yes, Ink, I agree that it does rhyme with "Le Zanzard", though I would have gone with "Cranford" for the rhyme, myself. Of course, that lacks the article and is a slant-rhyme at best, but hey, we're all about obfuscation here.)

Thanks for the condolences, by the way. Being on the quarter system means we're always out of step with the rest of the civilized world: I'm grading midterms right now.

I've never heard/read that poem before. Thank you so much for the video of it. If it weren't for the laughing crowd, I probably would have cried. The thing is -- the first time your kid gives you anything (of their own accord), it makes up for every colic-ridden night, every body-fluid smeared load of laundry, and every piece of tossed food. My little boy gave me a piece of clover once - held it out and said, "flower, mommy," and I knew why I wanted to have a kid in the first place. Pure love. Thanks for sharing.